This poem is dedicated to my complex neuropsychiatric patients who are teaching me the meaning of life, the complexities of the brain and the unwillingness of the soul to let go of this thing we take for granted, life. This population is very under-researched and presently without adequate medical and psychosocial treatment and intervention presently available to other widely accepted medical conditions such as Alzheimers disease. It is my hope that with research and funding, this complex niche of people will be afforded a much better standard of living than they presently experience.

 

 

Blue and Orange,

Primary colors she said.

Her eyes seeing,

Only the halo,

Laying prostrate,

Upon the prayers,

Of my eternal dream.

 

Her eyes,

Frozen,

Wide,

In that ocean,

Of forever,

That once,

Was.  

 

She, a girl,

Tempered,

By the winds of chance,

Which brings judgment,

To the misunderstood.

 

And so we stand here,

In the silence,

Of dreams,

Which hang silent,

Upon the white walls,

Of destiny.  

 

Salvation,

Never coming,

To those,

Who chose.

 

Only prayers for that,

Which will never be,

The same,

Again.